Liam's POV
Still chaos lingered in the air, thick and choking. I turned to Ivan, my frustration barely contained. The battlefield was quiet now, but not because that was the silence of peace; rather, it was the silence of devastation. The ground was soaked with blood, heavy with the stench of death. Our enemies were nowhere to be seen, vanished in thin air like ghosts.
"What the hell just happened, Ivan?!" I screamed hoarsely, my head racing to try and understand what had just happened. "How could they all just disappear like that?!"
Ivan didn't say a word but stood still, his gaze fastened on the place where they had been standing. There was something dangerous in his expression, something calculating.
"She's powerful," he muttered, as if mostly to himself and not really in answer to my question. His lips curled into a bitter smirk. "Too powerful. More powerful than even I am." Finally, he turned to me, and his eyes were cold. "And if she won't stand by my side, then she has to die."
